Smoke & Rhapsody
The news of new people in camp spread fast. Cas heard it from one of the girls as she left his cabin. New people were a double edges sword. It meant resources would be strained even more - Cas could already hear Chuck chasing after Dean to read him a list of some sort and the image made him smile - but it also meant there were more eyes to watch for Croats.
Cas, well, Cas really couldn’t care. He hadn’t seen any new girls around, so really, he couldn’t be bothered to give a damn about new people. He still had his stock of alcohol, weed and pills. No one was trying to edge in on that, so what did he have to worry about? Simply put, nothing.
He stretched out on the rug inside his cabin, reached over and put the needle down on some of the few records he had managed to scavenge over the years. After a scratchy start, George Gershwin filled the cabin with the better Rhapsody, the one in Blue. In Cas’s opinion, this called for some blue smoke to match and keep him from that empty weight in his chest. Yes, he needed a hit.
He slipped a joint from his pocket, lit it using one of the candles and took a long slow drag. Letting out the smoke he watched it drift up towards the ceiling of his cabin. He used to be able to do that for real. Now he had to settle for this.
Cas, well, Cas really couldn’t care. He hadn’t seen any new girls around, so really, he couldn’t be bothered to give a damn about new people. He still had his stock of alcohol, weed and pills. No one was trying to edge in on that, so what did he have to worry about? Simply put, nothing.
He stretched out on the rug inside his cabin, reached over and put the needle down on some of the few records he had managed to scavenge over the years. After a scratchy start, George Gershwin filled the cabin with the better Rhapsody, the one in Blue. In Cas’s opinion, this called for some blue smoke to match and keep him from that empty weight in his chest. Yes, he needed a hit.
He slipped a joint from his pocket, lit it using one of the candles and took a long slow drag. Letting out the smoke he watched it drift up towards the ceiling of his cabin. He used to be able to do that for real. Now he had to settle for this.